March 19th 1932 is the founding date of MAD-Lagos Point, the massive underground-undersea headquarters that launched the military branch of MADtronix Africa Operations known as MAD.
A dual acronym that literally embodies the Founder and Progenitor of the Mang-Androids of Earth's intentions to create a new type of Pagan-Mangs that would hopefully be able to breech the intentionally bioengineered safety features and shortcomings of the Pagan-Mangs.
This technical designation for Dr. Paul Etherton's more biotech centered and driven Pagan-Mang creations. Also became the initial acronym for what Dr. Etherton knew would be needed for MADtronix to flourish. A military arm and a military branch that could literally take to the field covertly or overtly and allow him to carry out the initial task that Dr. Charles Pagan had given him, which was to recruit more Blacks to his cause and make them capable and worthy enough to represent him as an extension of His PAGAN-CORP.
"Build me an army of Blacks, Etherton. And I'll give you and your initial inner circle that you select the opportunity to lead them. To rear them! Raise them, as you see fit." and it wasn't hard for him to read the Etherton's aura. Frankly, he could give a fuck about reading his facial expressions or body language. And while he'd been stuck in this shithole long enough, he hadn't been here anywhere near long enough to lose the most basic of his Tanis training and actual instincts.
Reading a persons aura was and still is a technique that is completely alien to humans. Although Dr. Pagan did know that the race on the part of the Europowers and America to find more Martian-technology and continue their human-modification program would put such abilities into the hands of some of their altered-humans. But for the most part humanity as a whole would never achieve such an ability because then it would lead to questions of how to continue the status quo of control over a mass of humanity that had developed such skills and abilities.
Regardless of how hard Etherton was trying to keep his composure, Pagan knew that he'd already won. The simple fact that the reality of the times put all the cards in his favor by default. Where exactly was Etherton going to go on this planet where he could honestly, freely. Apply himself and his considerable talents without it always boiling down to the fact that he is and will always be;
Frankly Pagan had to keep from bursting out laughing over the sheer stupidity of how everything was set up.
Was the one word that kept coming to his mind.
But no sooner did he start to drift off into arrogance he reminded himself that if he were to be too overt in challenging humanity it wouldn't be humans who would ultimately be his biggest problem. It would be his own dynasty that would ultimately send someone or an oversight team to begin henpecking and interfering in his business here.
No. Better to keep to the ground-rules set up by central command and use the pieces they've approved of, he thought to himself. The last thing I need is for fools to be sent here to try to dictate to me and tell me what to do and how to do it. When things here are already retardedly idiotic and primitive.
And with that he turned his attention back to "Etherton."
Who was trying not to eye Pagan's tray-server as she intentionally sauntered away leaving little to his imagination about the fact that she too, is a Pagan-Mang. And not a Blackwoman. And Pagan knew that Etherton wasn't eyeing Selma because of her voluptuous body, no. Pagan knew that Etherton was eyeing her because, you want to know how she was created and can you learn the skills necessary to make her yourself.
"Etherton I simply must have your marvelous mind at my disposal, since my precious Pagan-Mangs are preprogrammed not to cross certain scientific and technological barriers." Selma moved back behind Her Master's oakwood desk. Moving the serving tray to lay flat against the front of her body like a small round silver shield. While at the same time demonstrating that she'd bent the edges into a rather lovely wave pattern around the lower fringe with her fingers.
She stood next to Pagan's leather office chair and Etherton marveled at her unblemished and unspoiled dark skin. Not one sign of a lash. Not one sign of a whip. And the look on her face, a look of peaceful contentment that he'd not seen in far too long. Never mind for this massive plantation to be sitting brazenly in the heart of Dixie and still be standing. It didn't matter that he knew that Charles Pagan wasn't human and that the mostly Blackwomen here were also not human, it was the fact that the various White Riders and Crimson Knights and New Christ-types avoided this place like Satan himself sat at the center of it pretty as you pleased!
As he pleased.
Pagan's voice broke through his fog of trying to take it all in as he said to him "Lend me your mind Etherton and I will lend you access to the various med-sci fields that your kind hasn't even begun to understand, let alone discover." and upon hearing that, Etherton couldn't hide his curiosity, while Pagan continued to sweeten the deal "Bring in all the repressed and hidden talents from among your kind and let them understand that the manumissions that I offer are beyond anything that the White-humans can ever hope to compete with. Bring these Blacks to me. And I in turn will give them, to you."
Etherton didn't hide his skepticism, but Pagan did remind him of the fact that "You'll be lauded as the savoir of the Black-humans and all you need do in return is to help me to...? Entertain myself... while I am stuck on assignment here." Etherton didn't like where that was going, but Pagan didn't give him any time to misinterpret his words as he said "Yes. I need entertainment, something to help me cope with how tediously backwards this planet is now." the tension and apprehension in Etherton's face eased up as Pagan chuckled slightly and said "Help me to entertain myself. With all that humanity has to offer by way of a global game of destiny. A global game where the entire earth is the board and all of humanity and its various factions represent the pieces. Assist me in this. And I'll give you the one thing that you and your people don't have."
Etherton smiled and answered for him "Power...."
Having accepted Pagan's offer. Etherton realized that creating a permanent base of operations, a permanent base of power. In the United States, would be next to impossible, at least on a permanent basis. And then having to adhere to and understand Pagan's bizarre decision-making, which was clearly predicated on whatever lines and limits his own homeworld gave him. Etherton realized that the best bet was to build a massive power base back in their ancestral homeland of Africa. Instead of trying to jam in a massive power structure and physical base for his organization of MADtronix. When Whites were already up in arms over what Pagan had already done with his PAGAN-CORP, especially in Philadelphia.
So when Dr. Etherton sat down with his daughter and his initial scientific inner circle of MADtronix. They understood that countries like Nigeria, rich in oil and heavily involved in the support of the British Empire to its own self-detriment. Would be a great place to plant roots and uproot and stymie British power in the region. And while concern over the heavily controlled French West Africa was legit, Dr. Pagan stated he would deal with that issue directly and separately. So the decision to open the first real MADtronix base of operations was reached!
And Lagos-Nigeria was selected as the site to also build the first actual full-scale base for MADtronix's military branch, MAD. March 19th 1932 was when the work was begun to build MAD-Lagos Point. Buried deep underneath the Nigeria capital of Lagos and meant to operate as the primary base for West African Operations. And the initial designation for MAD was finally agreed upon, which was;
Machines & Mang-Androids used for Domination....